This story begins in a basement waiting room in Brooklyn. My boyfriend and I stare at our phones …
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girl talk
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“I’ve been thinking…” Oh, God. Those three words. My heart rate quickened, hoping the next set of words …
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My parents got divorced when I was almost too young to remember. I carry only brief images of …
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Sitting in the sports medicine clinic’s waiting room, I poked at my knee and winced, hoping that the …
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A decade ago, my grandmother, then 82, broke her hip. Her recovery involved a month in the hospital …
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I was never one of those little girls who begged God to give her boobs. If anything, I …
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Thank you for sleeping with my husband. I’m not being sarcastic. A few years ago, I would have …
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Relationships and experiences are a big part of what defines who we are. For many, names become guideposts …
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A few weeks ago I found myself in a peculiar situation. But first, let me give you some …